Famine and exile: I brought the Spirit Spring to save the entire Marquis's mansion.

cold, too cold.

It felt as if ice crystals had formed on my bones, as if I had been cast into the eighteenth level of hell, never to see the light of day again.

Sang Ning struggled to wake up, and even though she was wearing her warmest white fox fur cloak, she was still shivering from the cold.

The cold seeped into your very bones; no amount of warm clothing could help.

"What did you see, Madam?"

There were two people sitting next to me.

They are Taoist priests Liu and Song from Qingshan Taoist Temple.

"What I saw was a battlefield, full of corpses, and thick smoke."

Upon hearing this, the two Taoist priests' expressions changed, revealing a look of regret and helplessness.

"Is it divine retribution?"

Sang Ning smiled, her lips pale: "Daoist, there's no need to hide it. I'm not afraid of death, but I don't quite understand why I should be punished when I've caused many people to die but saved even more."

Isn't that unfair?

"No," Master Song shook his head heavily.

"The laws of heaven and earth are beyond the comprehension of mortals, but there is one thing that is truly unfair, just like the heavens and ants."

You can save a hundred people, and he won't see it. But if one person dies, he will open his eyes.

He doesn't care whether the dead are good people or bad people.

Most importantly, you are an outlier, and this world cannot tolerate outliers.

Otherwise, someone would have become an immortal long ago.

"So I'm hopeless then?"

"My junior brother and I do not have that ability."

Even our ancestors, who cultivated to the level of a half-immortal, could not break through the Heavenly Dao to ascend to immortality. How could we mortals possibly find a flaw to save people?

"Unless... unless there is an anomaly in this world that is not bound by the laws of nature, perhaps we can consult him..."

"No..." Master Liu shook his head after saying that: "It won't exist in this world, it's impossible."

Then she's definitely dead!

Sang Ning was not afraid of death, but she was unwilling to accept it, and resentment began to rise in her heart.

Those who die under the thunderbolt are all deserving of death. Heaven does not protect the good and kind. She did it, and instead, it punishes her, the one who upholds justice.

What is it anyway!

Since that's the case, she has even less reason to hold back. Even if she dies, she'll blow up all those who deserve to die and restore peace to the world.

"Alright, I understand. Thank you, Daoist Master. I'll take my leave now."

Knowing her situation, Sang Ning didn't waste any more words. She went back and immediately began crafting thunderclaps, cannons, and countless other weapons, to conquer the capital, defeat all the rebels, and conquer...

Tears welled up in her eyes.

Are we dragged into this world for no reason, just to sacrifice ourselves for others?

With victory in sight and peaceful days just around the corner, why kick her out and treat her like a tool? What gives them the right?

"lady--"

Master Liu caught up with her and gave her a talisman.

"This is a talisman that my senior brother and I just made with the blood from our foreheads."

If Madam's wish is not fulfilled, she can burn this talisman, mix it with water, and drink it. My senior brother and I will do our best to help Madam hold on.

However, it probably won't be long, at most ten days.

Ten days.

Okay, better than nothing, just in case we really need it.

"Thank you."

Sang Ning wrapped her cloak tighter around herself.

so cold.

I wonder if she'll be able to live to see next spring.

She, who had never been good at appreciating beautiful scenery, suddenly longed to see spring flowers in full bloom.

"Hey……"

After she left, Master Song sighed helplessly.

"If she could become the mother of the nation, what a blessing it would be for the world, truly..."

His tone shifted abruptly, and he burst into a tirade: "Damn you, you bastard! You can't tell the difference between good and bad people! You're blind!"

"Senior brother, stop scolding. How about we try offering incense and see if we can salvage the situation?"

"Well, let's give it a try."

On the path of seeking enlightenment, everyone gropes their way across the river. Although our ancestors were highly intelligent, it seems they left behind nothing but incantations.

I don't know how he cultivated himself to become a half-immortal.

Or perhaps, the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed.

The two performed a ritual using Sang Ning's hair and placed it under the incense ash in the censer.

Those who come to the Taoist temple to fulfill their vows and offer incense are allowed to burn a stick of incense here.

……

Sang Ning received a letter from the southern border halfway back to the military camp.

The brothers who were waiting at the border lost contact with Huo Chang'an and Yan Meng again.

It is clear that the southern border is not as simple as they imagined, with such meticulous defenses that people who go there never return!

Sang Ning sent a message to Lutai, ordering Bei Gongyao to lead his troops to guard the area immediately.

It now seems that they are bound to confront Southern Xinjiang first!

She rushed to the military camp as quickly as possible, and then sent a message to the capital.

To get to southern Xinjiang, one must take a detour.

If Yan Mingyu agrees, all the better; if not, then she'll just keep bombing him relentlessly. She doesn't care about whether someone is innocent or not anymore.

But she felt that Yan Mingyu was probably hoping they would clash, ideally resulting in a draw, so he could reap the benefits.

Once the news got out, she asked Huo Jingya to bring people to prepare the materials.

"Potassium salt, sulfur, charcoal, tung oil..."

She stopped, her gaze unfocused.

Huo Jingya looked at Sang Ning, but didn't let her continue for a long time.

"Fourth Sister-in-law, is there anything else to prepare?"

Yes, what else needs to be prepared? Why can't she remember?

"Jingya, don't you already know?"

Huo Jingya knew all the ingredients, but not the proportions.

"Know what? I don't know!" Huo Jingya looked completely bewildered.

How can it be!

She used to send people to transport the materials!

Sang Ning's palms were trembling with anxiety. She tried hard to think, but besides not being able to recall all the materials, she couldn't even remember the proportions.

Could it be that the will of Heaven is erasing her memories?

Is it really that strange?

She has all her other memories, but this one is missing. Perhaps this is something that will disrupt the order of history?

But why now of all times!

"Jintang, there's Jintang too! Quickly call Jintang here!"

Huo Jingya was quite frightened by her. Her fourth sister-in-law seemed to be in worse health after going out, and she was trembling constantly.

Three stoves were lit inside the tent, and Yu Cui and Yu Bai were sweating profusely from the heat, while Fourth Sister-in-law was still wearing a cotton-padded coat.

Huo Jingya ran out and brought Jintang back.

Jintang is intelligent and has a photographic memory; he must still remember. But will he also suffer divine retribution...?

Sang Ning hesitated before asking.

However, Huo Jingya, unaware of the situation, had already asked the question first.

Jintang tilted her head, puzzled, and asked, "Are we going to make a Heaven-Shaking Thunder? Didn't Fourth Uncle say we shouldn't use it anymore?"

"Never mind that, just tell me what materials to use."

"Why are you asking me, Auntie? Wasn't that made by Fourth Aunt?"

Jintang looked at Sang Ning with clear eyes.

Sang Ning opened her mouth slightly.

Just two months ago, the little guy was like an adult, firmly following behind her, determined to make a thunderbolt with her.

"What about the musket? Jintang, do you remember it?" Sang Ning asked.

"I remember, but the gunpowder inside was used up, and it hadn't been used for a long time, so it rusted."

Sang Ning found it very strange.

What exactly is the Dao of Heaven?

He erased everyone's memories without anyone noticing.

It gives the impression that something actually existed, but the recipe was lost for various reasons.

"Oh right, I remember, I wrote a practice sheet, and Jintang said you gave it to your teacher." Sang Ning remembered this again.

Although the notes on that piece of paper were a jumbled mess, containing chemical molecules and not proportions or recipes at all, perhaps she could find something useful and reconstitute it.